Prompted Shorties

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Prompt: You bolt awake ... but you're not immediately sure what awakened you. You blearily fumble for your cell phone to check the time, but as you reach for the bedside table, you gasp—your hand passes through the oak nightstand as if it were composed of nothing but mist. After a moment, you raise your hand up in front of your face to discover that it is not the nightstand that is no longer solid, but your disconcertingly translucent hand. What has happened?

Story:

Woken up by my gut, the feeling so surreal.

It's so dark, where's my phone?

I can't move, I also can't feel myself.

I think I'm awake, yet I can't get up.

What's stopping me?

I know my eyes are open, yet I only see pitch black.

I move my arms, I know they're doing something.

I think I smell soil.

Shaking. Everywhere. What's going on?

I feel like being lowered, sounds like I'm in a box.

I think it's made of wood.

I try to speak, but no words escaped.

Screaming doesn't work.

I have no voice.

I'm scared.

It's too dark.

Something's being poured on top of my box.

I don't know what it is.

I know it's a lot.

I'm so lonely.

The end – it's what I'm thinking.

It's too cold.

I don't like this.

I faintly hear crying.

Why do I hear crying?

I don't feel like I'm breathing.

I don't know what's going on.

I feel weak.

My body shifts, as my box hit the bottom.

I floated away.

Is that me?

I was being buried?!